Unexpected - Harry Styles

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Harry's POV

I sat down at my desk, the desk in my room, the room in my flat, my flat in London City.

The endless amounts of letters, love notes, poems and not to mention hate mail was beyond numbers I could count.

I didn't even take a glance at what was inside any of them, I just put them into piles based on their appearance:

Hate

Creepy weirdos

Meant for Niall

Boring

To be honest, sorting through this shit was the last thing on my to do list. I was busy with the boys, management, the paparazzi and my recent split from Taylor. It was very rare that I get a week off work, and her I am sitting at my desk, in my room, in my flat, in London City.

And I can tell you, I was fucking bored.

I threw the letters that were currently in my hand down on the table and stood up. I ran my fingers through my newly long locks and pinched my nose in distress.

Life is pretty fucking crazy and I don't even know why I'm getting myself all worked up over shit that doesn't even matter, especially this Taylor situation. Why does it bother me so much? It's not like we were in love or anything. It was simple, putting on a show.

Yeah Taylor was a nice girl and a good fuck but it was all for the cameras. But now, every time I walked out of my flat I would constantly have a bunch of lowlife camera clickers bombarding me with questions like 'Did you and Taylor split because of cheating' or 'Ever thought of getting back together' or even a 'Did you just get with Taylor for the sex'

Ok yes that last one half true.

I make my way over to my dimly lit kitchen and pull out a bottle of vodka.

Vodka is what I need, at least it'll get me through the night.

I chugged back the familiar taste of fiery liquid and let it slide down my throat with ease. It's been a while.

I wipe the remains of the alcohol off with the sleeve of my jumper before grabbing the television remote and pushing the on button.

"One Direction member Harry Styles and Music Sensation Taylor Swift have just announced there split, but why? Was is Harry's prying eye for girls, or Taylor's controlling ways? Find out tonight on E! News" the presenter beamed

"Fuck you" I spat and turned the television off again.

Why can't people mind there own fucking business. It's not like I pry into every photographer, reporter or fans lives, so why should they do mine? I'm just like everyone else apart from the fact that I'm in a boy band.

You know what I hate. The stereotypical act of being famous. Yeah half the world might know my name and majority of my private life but just because I'm famous doesn't mean I'm a player or slept around with girls and smoke and party and get myself into shit.

Well actually I am pretty much all of that. But I'm more. I care for people and I need my privacy, alone time and space, just like everyone else does. Just because the word 'famous' is associated with my life doesn't mean I need these essential respects taken away from me.

I'm better then that. The world just doesn't know it yet.

Yeah I love my job most of the time and I love the boys and I can never complain about the money and lifestyle but I'm craving something MORE. Something's missing but I just don't know what it is.

We'll I guess these letters are going to organise themselves.

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2 hours went by and three quarters of letters were sorted, my vision was slightly blurred due to the various trips made to the kitchen to take a drag of Vodka but atleast I was getting somewhere.

"Hate, weirdo, love letter, weirdo, hate..." I mumbled to myself

I got down to the last 5 letters and decided to open them up and read them.

The first one I opened was from a girl named Jess about how I waved to her at a concert. Yay woohoo cool for you

The second one was from someone called Sam about how gay One Direction is. That's cool maybe this letter would've been worth it if I gave a fuck.

The third and fourth about how much they love me.

Why thank you, I am quite the charmer.

The last letter from a girl named Bella

"Hi Harry or whoever reads Harry's fanmail haha

Well uh wew I've never written to you before so this might be a bit rough. Ok so here goes,

My friend Grace doesn't care much for you guys (don't take it the wrong way hahah) but I want her to realise how amazing you guys are. Every time I talk to her about how I heard one of your new songs or seen a new video she just nods and keeps her head down.

I feel like she secretly likes you guys but is too shy to admit it. Her name is Grace Daniels and I'm Bella García and it would be absolutely crazy and one in a million if you could contact us, we are coming to your London show next week and would be awesome if we could meet you guys so I can finally break her anti-1D wall!

Find me on Facebook or email me at bellaonedirectioncats@yahoo.com (excuse my lame email address)

Bye!!"

Grace Daniels

The most simple but intriguing name I've heard in a while.

I immediately found myself typing her name into Facebook. A number of Grace Daniels popped up onto the screen and find myself looking through all their friends. Not weird at all.

I finally found a Grace with a mutual friend, Bella García.

I emailed Bella a place to meet.

This Grace girls face never left my mind. Big blue eyes and long blonde hair, pale skin and defined cheekbones. A masterpiece of a human being sat on the screen in front of me, not being able to peel my eyes away for a second.

She wasn't bad on the eyes at all.

In fact she wasn't so bad that I failed to keep my mind off her for the rest of the night.